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We had tickets to go home to PA for our annual Christmas party. The week before we left, my Aunt Joyce got an obstructed bowel and had to have emergency surgery. That surgery was do or die, no choice in the matter but what happened after wasn't good either.

When she woke up she started pulling the tubes out and they had to sedate her so she wouldn't do that. They kept her in a medical coma for a few days and then let her wake up. There seemed to be a glimmer of hope for a little while, but it wasn't to be.

Michael and I arrived in PA on Wednesday night around 9pm until we arrived at my mothers house. We were going to head for the hospital in the morning. At 9am Thursday we got the call from my uncle Richard. She was gone.

The last day or two she was in hospice care. Hospice seems to help the family, the living, just as much as the dying.

Friday night it started snowing and didn't stop until Saturday night. Thank goodness it didn't blow. No one would have gone anywhere. Leola got a good 10 inches I think. I didn't measure ;)

rest in peace Aunt Joyce, I am going to miss you

Another moronic muslim terrorist. Oh, wait! Not supposed to say that, but then again who else has been trying to bomb airplanes the last 8 years?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Now we are going to be forced to sit in our seats with NOTHING - Oh, what happy fun!

Link to Yahoo Article

Wear a Burqa, Carry a Gun...

                                                     Happy Boxing Day!

By John Wagner
Washington Post Staff Writer
Tuesday, December 22, 2009; B01 

Plans to put a slots casino at a Maryland outlet mall moved far closer to reality Monday night when the Anne Arundel County Council approved zoning for the 4,750-machine facility, breaking a stalemate that threatened to sink the project.

With a 4 to 2 vote, the council gave its blessing to the proposed casino at Arundel Mills mall, which would be the largest of five slots sites authorized in Maryland and one of the largest of its kind in the nation.

Cordish Cos., the project's Baltimore-based developers, must still obtain an array of permits before breaking ground, and several legal and other challenges loom. But zoning approval had emerged as the biggest hurdle for the casino, which Cordish has said could open by December 2011.

The state awarded the company a slots license two weeks ago, contingent on the council's zoning approval. For months, homeowners from neighborhoods around the mall have fought the legislation, voicing concerns about increased traffic and whether a casino would erode the mall's "family-friendly" atmosphere.

But those concerns were trumped Monday by the promise of the revenue that slots could bring to the state and the county.

"We need this money," council member Tricia L. Johnson (R-Davidsonville) told a packed council chamber as she urged her colleagues to pass "a proposal right in front of us."

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In my opinion, this is one more way the government will be stealing money . . . this time from gambling addicts who can't resist the thrill. The losers of course are the families of those who will throng the malls to pull the handles of fate.  These slots will no doubt bring in organized and unorganized crime, attract youngsters and seniors who hope to make up for the money being stolen in their future medicare benefits.

Living in California, there are so many casinos on tribal lands, I can only hope the slots don't come to Carlsbad.

Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room's only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back. The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation.

Every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window. The man in the other bed began to live for those one-hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.

The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance. As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene.

One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by. Although the other man couldn't hear the band - he could see it. In his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.

Days and weeks passed. One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep. She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.

As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone. Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed.

It faced a blank wall. The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window. The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.

She said, "Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you."

Nothing says Christmas like a Bundt cake candle.

This Bundt cake candle infuses your home with the sweetness and light we associate with this blessed season.

As its five wicks burn, they release into the air an aroma that returns fond memories of your grandmother gliding across the room on Christmas Day, silken lavender polyester robe trailing, drenched in cheap perfume from the 5-and-dime.

Amid a lifelike glaze mounds of cream-colored wax dot the monstrosity (possibly the creation of a Hollywood Wax Museum fellow who ingested three too many tabs of LSD in his youth) like samples emptied from the cosmetic surgeon's liposuction sac.

Garnishments of hard brown plastic balls replicating nuts nearly bring a tear to the eye, a nod to holiday sentimentality, detail and the prevailing presence of cheap Chinese goods in the American market.

Above all, you can rest assured that friends and family, upon viewing this one-of-a-kind candle cake, will shout: "Happy Holidays! And Good God! Where on earth did you find such a hideous contraption?!"

And you'll smile sweetly, if not demurely, and with a wink of an eye and finger alongside the nose like Santa Claus rise up the chimney (pretend if you don't have one) and answer: "At the Goodwill, for 99 cents."

Then like Blitzen you'll hasten toward the skies, three paces ahead of a spinning burning bad Bundt hurled your direction by your aunt (and quite the pitcher's arm she has) with a hollering command of "Get this damn gawd-awful thing outta my sight!"

(and to it a good night)

Ah, Christmas, when shineth the Spirit of Truth. Nothing bespeaks the holiday like the tackiest candle ever birthed on the face of the Earth, a Bundt Cake Gone Bad.

To all my loyal readers, bless you, and to the occasional drop-ins amused by the oddball and unconventional, all animals and to each and all every one a Most Merry Christmas.

May your holiday burn brightly. And badly with a Bundt.

Burn, Bundty, burn!

I thought I'd get Christmassy with my silly little game of the week. I haven't done one for a while. Apologies about that.

Anyhow, to make up for it, I bring you Santa, haplessly brought down in mid flight into zombie land.

Help him save the reindeer!!!

Santa christmas nightmare

My daughter sent to me .... flowers in a ceramic pot!

First Day of Christmas one floral arangment in a ceramic pot!

The flowers arrived just at the right time to save Mr FD. I was instructing him to go out in the rain and finish mowing the front lawn. He was able to make a lucky escape as I told the Flower Delivery Guy that I loved him!

I share my flowers with all those people who can't make it to their Chrstmas destinations due to weather, illness, poverty, or wisdom! Enjoy.

Thank you, Daughter 2. It doesn't get you out of helping with the domestic duties when you arrive though!

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Merry Christmas; Happy Holidays; Best Wishes for whatever you celebrate at this time of year.

I will see you on the other side of the 25th ......

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We will have Christmas day with my three children and my new daughter-in-law.....   firing up the barbie and tossing some prawns and seafood on it.

On Boxing Day (26th)  we start the flights back to DC  -  arriving in Los Angeles before we leave Sydney - LOL -  I love that International Date line!